Paradise lost, a poem. Pr. from the text of Tonson's correct ed. of 17111801 |
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Strana 4
... call'd Satan , with bold words Breaking the horrid silence , thus began . If thou beest he ; but O how fall'n ! how chang'd From him , who in the happy realms of light , Cloth'd with transcendent brightness , didst outshine Myriads ...
... call'd Satan , with bold words Breaking the horrid silence , thus began . If thou beest he ; but O how fall'n ! how chang'd From him , who in the happy realms of light , Cloth'd with transcendent brightness , didst outshine Myriads ...
Strana 11
... call'd 300 His legions , Ange ! forms , who lay entranc'd Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks In Vallombrosa , where th ' Etrurian shades High over - arch'd imbow'r ; or scatter'd sedge Afloat , when with fierce winds Orion ...
... call'd 300 His legions , Ange ! forms , who lay entranc'd Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks In Vallombrosa , where th ' Etrurian shades High over - arch'd imbow'r ; or scatter'd sedge Afloat , when with fierce winds Orion ...
Strana 12
... call'd so loud , that all the hollow deep Of Hell resounded . Princes , Potentates , 315 Warriors , the flow'r of Heav'n , once yours , now lost , If such astonishment as this can seize Eternal Spi'rits ; or have ye chos'n this place ...
... call'd so loud , that all the hollow deep Of Hell resounded . Princes , Potentates , 315 Warriors , the flow'r of Heav'n , once yours , now lost , If such astonishment as this can seize Eternal Spi'rits ; or have ye chos'n this place ...
Strana 13
... call'd a pitchy cloud Of locusts , warping on the eastern wind , That o'er the realm of impious Pharaoh hung Like night , and darken'd all the land of Nile : So numberless were those bad Angels seen Hovering on wing under the cope of ...
... call'd a pitchy cloud Of locusts , warping on the eastern wind , That o'er the realm of impious Pharaoh hung Like night , and darken'd all the land of Nile : So numberless were those bad Angels seen Hovering on wing under the cope of ...
Strana 15
... call'd , the type of Hell . Next Chemos , th ' obscene dread of Moab's sons , 400 405 From Aroar to Nebo , and the wild Of southmost Abarim ; in Hesebon And Horonaim , Seon's realm , beyond The flow'ry dale of Sibma clad with vines ...
... call'd , the type of Hell . Next Chemos , th ' obscene dread of Moab's sons , 400 405 From Aroar to Nebo , and the wild Of southmost Abarim ; in Hesebon And Horonaim , Seon's realm , beyond The flow'ry dale of Sibma clad with vines ...
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Paradise Lost, a Poem. PR. from the Text of Tonson's Correct Ed. of 1711 Professor John Milton Náhled není k dispozici. - 2016 |
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Adam Angel arms beast behold bliss bounds bright bring call'd cloud coming created creatures dark death deep delight divine dreadful dwell earth equal eternal evil eyes fair faith fall Father fear fell field fire fruit gates glory Gods grace hand happy hast hath head heard heart Heav'n heav'nly Hell hill hope human king leave less light live look lost meet mind morn nature never night once pain Paradise peace perhaps pow'r pure reason reign reply'd rest rise round Satan seat seek seem'd Serpent shape side sight sons soon sound spake Spi'rits stand stars stood sweet taste thee thence things thou thoughts throne till tree virtue voice whence wide winds wings
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Strana 133 - Rising or falling still advance his praise. His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
Strana 263 - So saying, her rash hand in evil hour Forth reaching to the Fruit, she pluck'd, she eat: Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat Sighing through all her Works gave signs of woe, That all was lost.
Strana 2 - Dove-like sat'st brooding on the vast abyss, And mad'st it pregnant : what in me is dark, Illumine ; what is low, raise and support ; That to the height of this great argument I may assert eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men.
Strana 114 - Shine not in vain ; nor think, though men were none, That heaven would want spectators, God want praise. Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep. All these with ceaseless praise his works behold Both day and night...
Strana 133 - Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels ! for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing : ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end. Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Strana 26 - From heaven, they fabled, thrown by angry Jove Sheer o'er the crystal battlements : from morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, A summer's day ; and with the setting sun Dropt from the zenith like a falling star...
Strana 252 - As one, who long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air, Forth issuing on a summer's morn, to breathe Among the pleasant villages and farms Adjoin'd, from each thing met conceives delight; The smell of grain, or tedded grass, or kine, Or dairy, each rural sight, each rural sound...
Strana 25 - Rose, like an exhalation, with the sound Of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet, Built like a temple, where pilasters round Were set, and Doric pillars overlaid With golden architrave ; nor did there want Cornice or frieze with bossy sculptures graven ; The roof was fretted gold.
Strana 29 - HIGH on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind, Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold, Satan exalted sat...
Strana 66 - Those other two equalled with me in fate, So were I equalled with them in renown, Blind Thamyris and blind Maeonides, And Tiresias and Phineus prophets old; Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note.